Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.

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Pure, pleasing, fair, merciful, who can praise you adequately, Mary, or by what praise in the pilgrimage of life? We mortals cannot do so. You confound our power to form images, every mind is inadequate to the task and every tongue incapable of expression, you bypass the laws of our world.

Who knows how great your physical beauty is nor of what kind it is? There neither was, is nor will be another such in the sublunary world. Sweet and fitting teacher of how to live, you are favoured by every grace, Euclid measured you, and Pygmalion sculpted your image.

Nature gave colour, the West Wind conferred odour, and the creator of all things made you the flower of all. Sweet sound is offered to you, whence Orpheus is frustrated, the surpassing musician whom Pluto saw duly bringing back the kidnapped Euridice.

Save with you alone, pure one, every kind of beauty in women secretly disturbs the viewer with numerous gestures that are as wanton as feverish. You delight those who look upon you— the delicate and constant souls that seek nothing else blossom before your image!

Absolom weeps bitterly for the hair on his head, and Jason laments the colour of his fleece, and the sun is deeply saddened that he has lost his brilliance. Esther admires humility and the modesty of her glance, and Helen, on the other hand, must be ashamed of her appearance, and Katherine loses her reason and wisdom and is not of firm bearing when indeed she whom I see is perfection save that she is not reluctan to make me, her most loyal spirit, sick with desire.